I visited my grandparents in Indiana last month. One morning I walked their land with my grandpa. We checked birdhouses for nests and searched for signs of rabbits and moles burrowed in the yard. We ended up at a small lake where I recorded bits of our conversation and photographed everything I could. Baba’s been fiercely sick over the past ten years, but I think his farmer’s heart and a bit of grace have kept him living well.